Bees

It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate. 

Suite Brexite

Nigel Unnatural lines stretch a manmade smile awkward geometry in a face that hangs like a crumpled sheet of beef A smile engineered to deflect and damn the hate that pools rheumy spoil collecting in the folds     Dave he thought he thought he thought he thoughntleroy I thought…… A whiff of talc and... Continue Reading →

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